Mar 14, 2009 16:19
Time Stamp: Sunday Night
Fragging waste of time trying to deal with the human authorities when they get cyberflea in their afts. I'm just glad Prowl decided that I didn't need to be there. What little sanity I have left was stretched way too thin to deal with them anymore. This is Prowl's job, he does it well, I just get slagged off and want to bust some heads.
Besides the fact that I was in the slagpit anyway for nearly killing innocents. What a fiasco that was.
So home I come. Can't wait to get back into the slagpit there. Haven't heard much, been off the comms while I drove back, figured I'd get up to date quick enough when I got back. Just send a comm to ol' Red and I'm sure he'd be willing to do the job.
First things first, though. Check up on Hound. Now that was one busted up mech AND he comes out smelling like a rose. He even gets mail from some of the humans he saves. Well, he deserves it. That was a mighty brave thing he did.
Ah, there're the lights. Yep, I'm glad to be back.